Regressed By My Landlord – Chapter Six
Thomas was in the pool again, but this time he felt fat, bloated like a pregnant lizard. Also unlike last time the pool had a current, it was pushing him toward the end of the pool, he was trying to swim against it. Fighting the current, looking back he realized the pool was no longer a pool, the end he was swimming away from was a fast flowing river, there were rapids behind him possibly a waterfall, he was swimming as hard as he could and feeling like he was making no progress, the current was just strong enough to keep him in place against his efforts. He tried screaming for help but the roar of the crashing water drowned him out, he could barely even hear his own screams. Suddenly there was a crash and his body felt slammed against a hard surface as his eyes shot open, and he found himself on the ground beside the bed, all the bedding was pushed into a clump at the foot of the bed, he realized he must have been swimming against his bed sheets, then he felt it, a powerful pressure in his bowels, overshadowing the pressure in his bladder, ignoring the pain of falling he gingerly but quickly got up and tried to quietly move quickly to the bathroom, on his way he passed a half asleep David in the hall.
David: “What’s going on I heard a loud crash and what sounded like a cry for help?!”
Thomas: “Sorry just a bad dream, gotta go pee!”
As Thomas ran past into the bathroom, he made it to sit on the toilet just barely in time for an explosion out of both front and back.
David went and observed the bed, it was dry but the sheets were in a heap at the foot, David realized Thomas must have fallen out of the bed, ironically enough David had planned to introduce such a problem to Thomas eventually, but he hadn’t even begun to yet and it seemed Thomas was already exhibiting it. ‘This kid really needs my treatment’ David thought, ‘no denying this one, well we will get there eventually.’
Finishing his business, Thomas opened the bathroom door to find David.
David: “I didn’t hear the water running, you must always wash your hands Thomas you wouldn’t want me washing them for you, now would you?”
Thomas wasn’t even sure what he meant by that.
Thomas: “uhm, no? Sorry I forgot, still half asleep.”
Thomas went and began washing his hands.
David: “Are you OK? are you injured? You must have fell out of bed huh?”
Thomas: “yeah I guess I did, no I’m not hurt, just maybe a bit bruised, I’ll be fine. It was just a nightmare, they are rare for me, not sure what brought this on.”
Thomas finished washing, said goodnight and the two departed to their rooms. Thomas remade the bed and went back to sleep, he had to get up to pee a second time that night, this time without any new bruises.
In the morning Thomas woke to the smell of bacon, he figured by his clock he’d had plenty of time to sleep so got up and made his way to the kitchen, sure enough David was just finishing up plating breakfast and had set two plates on the table, Thomas glanced at David.
David: “Oh you don’t need me to invite you Thomas, I didn’t make two plates just for myself, sit down and eat up already!”
Thomas gladly did so, surprised he could be so hungry already after such a massive and late meal last night.
As David took his seat after Thomas, he set two massive cups of orange juice on the table, one for each of them.
Thomas glared at the liter sized cup of orange juice, and pondered just why was David so fond of such massive amounts of liquid, it must be something to do with how fit David is, trying to stay well hydrated for muscle gain or something like that. he shook the thoughts and accepted with two hands his glass of orange juice. It seemed the mug with the busted/missing handle was now designated his, he understood being David’s house that it was David’s right to give Thomas the cup in the lesser condition.
In truth David just loved seeing him use two hands to drink.
As though reading his mind, David spoke up
David: “You can consider that mug yours now, it’s got character, you two fit well together.”
Thomas wasn’t sure what he meant by that last part, but was glad to be given something at all.
Thomas: “Thanks, it’s awfully big, where do you even get these mugs?”
David: “Oh they are like glass German steins, for beer, those Germans love their beer, they drink liters of it at a time. I like them cause I like to stay hydrated. Good for the body and the mind, should help you with your school work too!”
David had a smirk that seemed to say there was more, but he said nothing else, just smiled.
That night David began the next stage of his plan, one thing about the kind of wealth David kept in his bank, was the freedom to do as he wished, one particular act of whimsy, came to David some years back when he decided to study subliminal messaging, to see just how far he could take it, he got pretty skilled with it but decided he didn’t like relying entirely on it, he didn’t like how he could never tell just how much of someones interest was their own and how much was simply suggestions fed to them without their knowing it.
Still, he did use it occasionally, but only lightly, only to help things along here and there. Mostly he tried to rely on the older methods of creating a problem then presenting the solution, punishment and reward systems, the old carrot and the stick, he felt this got more honest and long-lasting results out of people.
During his subliminal experimentation days David had taken the walls down in the guest bedroom and had speakers installed behind the drywall, many many high quality speakers, all wired down to his basement, and controlled via remote from his phone, he also had installed into the smoke detector in the room a high quality hidden mini camera that could detect subtle motions such as breathing rate, it also had advanced thermal imaging capable of detecting pulse rate. with this he could detect if his guest was unconscious or had awoken, and he ensured that any messaging coming from the speakers would mute anytime his guest awoke, so they would never hear it consciously.
He hadn’t used any of this on Thomas, until tonight, tonight the suggestion was simple.
Thomas was resting peacefully, David could see it on his smartphone app he’d had developed just for him.
David entered the command he wanted and activated the speakers.
The speakers came to life playing a peaceful ocean wave sound effect, hidden in the background of the noise was a soft voice, hard to make out, this voice was AI synthesized, it had been fed samples of Thomas’s own voice, and used them to recreate Thomas’s own voice, so that Thomas would hear his own voice speaking the suggestions, in his deep sleep state Thomas would assume these were his own thoughts he was hearing in his head in his dreams,
the words it would speak each night from here on were:
“Coordination with open cups is difficult.
It’s always been difficult.
Spills happen.
It’s OK if spills happen.
I try to avoid them.
But they still happen anyway.
I don’t mean to spill.
But it’s OK if I spill.
I prefer to drink things with a lid.
things that don’t have a lid make me nervous to drink from.
Sometimes my hands get shaky when I get nervous.
Sometimes things slip from my grip when I get nervous.”
These words played on loop behind the gentle ocean breakers sound effects.
The sound of the ocean actually helped Thomas sleep even deeper, he did not wake from the noise.
He dreamed of the beach, of sharks and dolphins, of sea turtles and seaweed, of sand and sandcastles, of boats and jet skis.
In the morning his paw patrol alarm sounded and jolted him awake, for a moment he thought he could still hear the ocean but as he quickly slapped his alarm clock he confirmed he’d heard only silence, but he remembered it echoing in his memories of his dreams, ‘I’d like to visit the beach some time soon’ he thought, ‘it’s been too long since I last played in the sand’ he thought.
David knew subliminal messaging requires repetition to set in, he’d been at this long enough to know not to expect results on the first morning, he’d have to keep the same message for some time before the results would show.
During the afternoon while Thomas was in the yard mowing the lawn a delivery guy arrived, he dropped a box and took off, Thomas recognized it was the box of clothes / possessions he had shipped, Thomas stopped what he was doing and went to take it inside, upon inspection he found the box had a giant hole in the side of it the size of his head. and most the contents were missing, all that remained inside it was an ugly winter sweater, a jacket, and an unused notebook.
Thomas: “GREAT! just perfect! all my clothes are either missing or destroyed by an airplane!”
Emerging from the living room David was curious about the muttering he’d heard.
David: “Whats going on? you sound upset.”
Thomas: “Well the airline found my luggage the other day, it had all been destroyed, they apparently dropped it on the tarmac and didn’t notice until it had been smashed to bits.. and now the box that I shipped the rest of my clothing in just arrived and the box is torn open, all my clothes are gone, I’ve officially got nothing now but this one set of clothes I’ve been wearing all this time. I cant just keep washing the same shirt and jeans every night.”
David: “Hey you can borrow some clothes from my nephew, he hasn’t been here so long he probably doesn’t remember they even exist at this point.”
Thomas was wary, he wasn’t sure he wanted to borrow clothing from David’s special needs nephew, Thomas didn’t want to be rude however so he couldn’t bring himself to say no.
Thomas: “Thanks, I’ll consider it.”
That night after showering and returning to his room Thomas found the closet no longer empty, David had placed into it what was presumably some of his nephews clothing, it was all decidedly childish, there was only 2 sweatshirts, one was stripped varying shades of green, and the other identical except in varying shades of blue. there was no other shirts so Thomas would have to pick between these two. and for pants all that was on offer was a pair of cotton shorts, or a pair of overalls. the shorts looked normal but it was pretty cold out for shorts, but the overalls were not normal, they had paw patrol characters patched onto them.
Thomas decided he would just keep washing his jeans and shirt every night until he could go out and buy some new clothes.
The rest of the week went much the same, David continued giving extra fiber to Thomas but not as much as that first meal, he started with an ordinary dose and over time would increase the dose bit by bit getting Thomas used to it as he went, that first meal had just been a test, to see what he was working with, extra fiber would help Thomas poo more often and in larger amounts and with greater ease, it would become harder and harder to hold it whenever he needed to go, David also made sure to keep Thomas well hydrated, he wanted Thomas to get used to the idea of having to pee frequently, he wanted Thomas to get sick of it, to find it inconvenient and time-consuming, so the alternative David would eventually present would seem more attractive, more convenient.
The End of Regressed By My Landlord – Chapter Six.
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